"Thank you, ma'am." Abraham replied, carefully returning Fury to his sheath. The blade slid in easily, the return of his weight barely noticeable. The sword's wielder kept his book tucked under his opposite arm as he looked back to Deja. "I lived in Europe, and spent a lot of time with my grandfather. He's the one who sent me here; He was a Dawn Slayer himself, in his younger days. Fury's previous wielder, and he taught me everything I know about swordsmanship."

[i]Nice girl.[/i] Fury mused to himself, largely ignoring Abraham's explanation for the moment. [i]Good sense of character.

Tai Yang, I am many centuries old, by your reckoning. I do not know the exact dates, they mattered little to me, but I can safely say that I am far, far older than you would think, and that I have existed longer than Abraham's ancestors have been Slayers.[/i]

"Tai Yang, do you know where I would find my dorm? I don't believe I've been there yet."